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1.     C.  M.      Montgomery. 

1   According  to  thy  gracious  word, 
In  meek  humility,  / 

This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord — 
I  will  remember  thee 

1  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake. 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be  ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take. 
And  thus  remember  thee. 

.3  Remember  thee,  and  all  thy  pains, 

And  all  thy  love  to  me  ! 
i      Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
Will  I  remember  thee. 

4  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 
And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
When  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come, 
Jesus,  remember  me. 


2.      C.  M.      Spirit  of  tlie  Psalms, 

Bright  was  the  guiding  star  that  led, 

With  mild  benignant  ray, 
The  Gentiles  to  the  lowly  shed 

Where  the  Redeemer  lay. 

But  lo  !  a  brighter,  clearer  light, 

Now  points  to  his  abode, 
It  shines  through  sin  and  sorrow's  night, 

To  guide  us  to  our  Lord. 


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3  O  haste  to  follow  where  it  leads  ; 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Be  rugged  wilds,  or  flowery  meadsr 
The  christian's  destined  way. 

4  O  gladly  tread  the  narrow  path, 

While  light  and  grace  are  given  ; 
Who  meekly  follow  Christ  on  earth,. 
Shall  reign  with  him  in  heaven. 


3.     C.  M.     Enfield. 

1  Behold,  where  in  a  mortal  form 

Appears  each  grace  divine  ; 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light. 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  divine  employ. 

3  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  his  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resign'd,  he  bow'd,  and  said. 
'  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  V 

4  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide  ? 

His  image  may  we  bear  ! 

O  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps  ! 

His  joy  and  glory  share  ! 


4.     L.  M.     JYeivton. 

Brethren,  belov'd  for  Jesus'  sake, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 

May  we  together  now  partake 

The  joys  which  he  alone  can  give  ! 


-2  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 
Send  his  good  spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  our  communication  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 

When  thus  we  meet  to  pray  and  praise, 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 

And  tell  the  wonders  of  his  grace. 

4  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 

His  suff'rings  and  his  dying  love, 
The  path  he  mark 'd  for  us  to  tread, 
And  how  he  triumphs  now  above. 

5  'Thus  as  the  moments  pass  away, 

We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore  ; 
Then  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

5.      L.  M.      Steele. 

a   Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distrest, 
Come,  and  accept  the  promis'd  rest  ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppress'd  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 

Oh,  come,  and  spread  your  woes  abroad  : 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes 
Pardon  and  life,  and  endless  peace  ; 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace  ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept,  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart  ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 


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6.      C.  M.      dncxymous. 

I  Didst  thou,  doar  Jesus,  suffer  shame.. 
And  bear  the  cross  for  me  r 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name. 
Or  thy  disciple  be  •* 

J  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine. 
And  make  me  truly  bold  ; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shitM 
Nor  love,  nor  zeal,  grow  cold. 

3   Let  mockers  scoff;  the  world  defame. 
And  treat  me  with  disdain, 
Still  may  I  glory  m  thy  nam-e, 
And  count-  reproach  my  gain, 

i  To  thee  I  cheerfully  submit, 
And  all  my  powers  resign  ; 
Let  Wisdom  point  out  what  is  m\ 
And  I'll  no  more  repine. 

7>.      &s  Sc  ~s  JVL     J&icmjmousi. 

I    From  the  table  now  retiring, 

Which  for  us  the- Lord  hath- spread 
M&y  our  souls,  refreshment  finding. 
Grow  in  all  things  like  o\*r  Head. 

1   His  exampic  by  beholding, 

May  our  lives  his  image  bear  ; 

Him  our  Lord  and  Master  callings 

His  commands  may  we  revere.. 

3   Love  to  God  and' manr  displaying, 
Walking  steadfast  in  his  way, 
Joy  attend  us  in  believing- ; 

Peace  from  God,  through  endtass  diss 


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8.     L.  M.      Doddridge. 

Father  1  and  is  thy  table  spread  ? 

And  does  thy  cup  with  love  o'ern 
Thither  be  all  thy  children  led, 

And  let  them  all  its  sweetness  know  . 


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2  O  let  thy  table  honor'd  be, 

And  furnish'd  well  with  joyful  guests  ; 
And  may  each  soul  salvation  see, 
That  here  its  sacred  pledges  tastes. 

3  Let  crowds  approach  with  hearts  prepar'd 

With  warm  desire  let  all  attend  ; 
Nor,  when  we  leave  our  Father's  board, 
The  pleasure  or  the  profit  end. 

9.     7s  M.  6  line.     Montgomery. 

1   Go  to  dark  Gethsamane, 

Ye  that  feel  temptation's  power, 

Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 
Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour. 

Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 

Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall, 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraign'd, 
O  the  wormwood  and  the  gall  ! 

O  the  pangs  his  soul  sustain'd. 
Shun  not  suffering  shame  or  loss  ; 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary^s  mournful  mountain  climb  : 

There,  admiring  at  his  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete  : 
*  It  is  finish 'd,'  hear  him  cry  : 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 


Early  hasten  to  the  tomb 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom  ; 

— Who  has  taken  him  away  ? 
Christ  is  risen  ;  he  meets  our  eyes. 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 


10.      8s  k  7s  M.      Cawood. 

1  Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 

Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo  !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices  ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wond'rous  story 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy  : 
'  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  ''  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven. 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  : 
Souls  redeem 'd  and  sins  forgiven  : — 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound/ 

4  Let  us  learn  the  wond'rous  story 

Of  our  great  Redeemer's  birth  ; 
Spread  the  brightness  of  bis  glory, 
Till  it  cover  all  the  earth. 

11.     L.  M.     Bowring. 

1  How  sweetly  flow'd  the  gospel's  sound 

From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When  list'ning  thousands  gather 'd  round, 
And  joy  and  rev'rence  fill 'd  the  place. 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke, 

To  heaven  he  led  his  followers'  way  ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke. 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 


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3  *  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home, 

Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest !' 
Yes,  sacred  teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 

4  Decay,  then,  tenements  of  dust ! 

Pillars  of  earthly  pride,  decay  ! 
A  nobler  mansion  waits  the  just, 
And  Jesus  has  prepar'd  the  way. 

12.     CM.     Anomjmous. 

1  Hark  !   'tis  our  heavenly  Leader's  voice, 

From  the  bright  realms  above, 
Amidst  the  war's  tumultuous  rage 
A  voice  of  power  and  love. 

2  Maintain  the  fight,  my  faithful  band, 

Nor  fear  the  mortal  blow  ; 

He  that  in  such  a  warfare  dies, 

Shall  speedy  vict'ry  know. 

3  I  have  my  days  of  combat  known, 

And  in  the  dust  was  laid  ; 
But  now  I  sit  upon  my  throne, 
And  glory  crowns  my  head. 

4  This  throne,  this  glory,  shall  be  yours, 

My  hands  the  crown  shall  give, 
And  you  the  blest  reward  shall  share, 
Whilst  God  himself  shall  live. 

5  Lord  'tis  enough,  our  souls  are  fired 

With  courage  and  with  love  ; 
Vain  the  assaults  of  earth  and  hell, — 
Our  souls  are  fix'd  above. 

6  We'll  trace  the  footsteps  thou  hast  trod 

To  triumph  and  renown  ; 
Nor  shun  thy  combat  and  the  cross, 
May  we  but  wear  the  crown. 


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13.     L.  M.     Anonymous. 

J    Hath  not  thy  heart  within  thee  burn'd 
'At  evening's  calm  and  holy  hour 
As  if  its  inmost  depths  discern'd 
The  presence  of  a  loftier  power  ? 

2  Hast  thou  not  heard,  'mid  forest  glades, 

While  ancient  rivers  murmur 'd  by, 
A  voice  from  forth  th'  eternal  shades, 
That  spake  a  present  Deify  ? 

3  And  as,  upon  the  sacred  page 

Thine  eye  in  rapt  attention  turn'd 
O'er  records  of  a  holier  age, 

Hath  not  thy  heart  within  thee  burn'd  ? 

4  It  was  the  voice  of  God,  that  spake 

In  silence  to  thy  silent  heart  ; 
And  bade  each  worthier  thought  awake, 
And  ev'ry  dream  of  earth  depart. 

5  Voice  of  our  God,  Oh  yet  be  near  ! 

In  low,  sweet  accents,  whisper  peace  : 
Direct  us  on  our  pathway  here, 

Then  bid  in  heaven  our  wand'rings  cease. 


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14.      7s  &  6s.      Montgomery. 
Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed  ! 

Great  David's  greater  Son  ; 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free  ; 
To  take  away  transgression. 

And  rule  in  equity. 


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He  comes,  with  succor  speed}-, 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong  ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong  ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls  condemn 'd  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

He  shall  come  down,  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  : 
Before  him  on  the  mountains 

Shall  peace  the  herald  go, 
And  righteousness  in  fountains 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

For  Him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove  ; 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever  : 

That  name  to  us  is — -Love. 


15.     CM.      C.  Wesley. 

I  want  a  principle  within 

Of  jealous,  godly  fear  ; 
A  sensibility  of  sin, 

A  pain  to  find  it  near. 

I  want  the  first  approach  to  feel 
Of  pride,  or  fond  desire  ; 

To  catch  the  wandering  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire> 


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3  From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  thy  goodness  grieve, 
The  filial   awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 
The  tender  conscience,  give. 

4  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

O  God,  my  conscience  make  ! 
Awake  my  soul,  when  sin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 


16.     8s  St  7s.  M.     J.  Boiuring. 

1  In  the  Cross  of  Christ  I  glory  ! 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time, 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertakeme, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
JVever  shall  the  cross  forsake  me, 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy  ! 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  more  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified  ; 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  ail  time  abide. 

o  In  the  Cross  of  Christ  I  glory  ! — 
Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time, 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 


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17.     L.  M.     Montgomery, 

1  Jesus,  by  those  he  call'd  his  own, 

Betray 'd,  forsaken,  or  denied, 
He  meets  his  enemies  alone, 

In  all  their  malice,  rage,  and  pride. 

2  No  guile  within  his  mouth  is  found, 

He  neither  threatens  nor  complains  ; 
Meek  as  a  lamb  for  slaughter  bound, 
Dumb,  midst  his  murderers  he  remains. 

3  But  hark  !  he  prays, — 't  is  for  his  foes  ; 

He  speaks, — 't  is  comfort  to  his  friends 
Answers, — and  Paradise  bestows  ; 
He  bows  his  head  ;  the  conflict  ends. 

4  Truly  this  was  the  Son  of  God  ! 

— Though  in  a  servant's  mean  disguise, 
And  bruis'd  beneath  the  Father's  rod  ; 
Not  for  himself, — for  man  he  dies. 


18.     L.  M.      Gregg. 

1  Jesus,  and  can  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  ? 

Scorn 'd  be  the  thought  by  rich  and  poor 

My  soul  shall  scorn  it  more  and  more. 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I  've  no  sins  to  wash  away, 
No  tears  to  wipe,  no  joys  to  crave, 
And  no  immortal  soul  to  save. 


3  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend 
No  ;  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 


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Till  then — nor  is  the  boasting  vain- 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ; 
And  O,  may  this  my  portion  be, 
That  Saviour  'a  not  asham'd  of  me 


19.     7s  M.  [Double.]     Anonymous. 

1  In  the  Saviour's  hour  of  death, 

Bound  upon  the  cross  of  fear, 
While  his  quick  and  struggling  breath 

Spoke  the  fatal  moment  near  ; 
Then  his  glance  a  felon  turn'd, 

Suffering  at  the  sufferer's  side, 
And  the  grace  which  others  spurn'd 

Sought  in  prayer,  and  found,  and  died, 

2  Sighs  of  parting  anguish  came 

From  the  Saviour's  laboring  breast  ; 
But  though  torture  thrill 'd  his  frame, 

He  could  yield  the  afflicted  rest  ; 
And  a  transient,  heavenly  smile 

Beam'd  upon  his  pallid  face, 
As  his  anguish,  for  a  while, 

Gave  to  love  and  pity  place. 

3  Matchless  love,  supreme  in  death  ! 

Pity,  in  affliction  shown  ! 
Be  their  praise  o'er  earth  beneath, 

And  through  heavenly  regions  known. 
Men  their  grateful  songs  shall  swell, 

For  their  Saviour's  love  divine  ; 
In  our  hearts  his  spirit  dwell, 

In  our  lives  his  influence  shine. 


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2Q.     S.  M.      Watts. 

1  Jesus,  the  friend  of  man, 

Invites  around  his  board, 
Those  who  his  spirit  share,  to  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  Here  we  show  forth  that  love, 

Which  spake  in  ev'ry  breath, 
Prompted  each  action  of  his  life, 
And  triumph'd  in  his  death. 

3  Our  heav'nly  Father  calls 

Christ  and  his  members  one  ; 
Alike  the  children  of  his  love, 
And  he  the  first-born  son. 

4  One  faith,  one  hope,  one  Lord, 

One  God  alone  we  know  ; 

Brethren  we  are  ;  let  ev'ry  heart 

With  kind  affections  glow. 

5  Warm'd  with  our  master's  love, 

And  God's  unmeasur'd  grace  ; 
O  let  our  thankful  hearts  expand, 
And  all  mankind  embrace. 


21.     S.  M.     Beddome. 

1  Let  party  names  no  more 

The  christian  world  o'erspread  : 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free. 
Are  one  in  Christ,  their  head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth 

Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crown 'd„ 


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3  Envy  and  strife  be  gone, 

And  only  kindness  known  ; 
While  all  one  common  Father  have, 
One  common  Master  own. 

4  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above, 
Where  springs  of  purest  pleasure  rise, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 


22.     7s  M.      Christian  Lyre. 

1  Make  us  of  one  heart  and  mind, 
Courteous,  pitiful  and  kind  ; 
Lowly,  meek,  in  thought  and  word, 
Altogether  like  our  Lord. 

2  Let  us  for  each  other  care, 
Each  the  other's  burden  bear  : 
To  thy  church  the  pattern  give  ; 
Show  how  true  believers  live. 

3  Free  from  anger  and  from  pride, 
Let  us  thus  in  God  abide  ; 

All  the  depths  of  love  express, 
All  the  heights  of  holiness. 

4  Let  us  then  with  joy  remove 
To  the  family  above, 

On  the  wings  of  angels  fly  ; 
Show  how  true  believers  die. 


23.      C.  M.      Greenwood. 

Now  I  approach  thy  table,  Lord, 
With  reverent  joy  and  love  : 

I  call  to  mind  my  Saviour's  word, 
And  will  obedient  prove. 


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O,  shall  I  not  remember  one. 
Who  bled  and  died  for  me  ? 

Nor  think  on  all  that  he  has  done. 
To  make  me  pure  and  free  ? 

Yes,  I'll  remember  him,  and  strive 
To  love  him  more  and  more  ; 

So  that  I  may  with  Jesus  live, 
When  this  short  life  is  o'er. 


24.      S.  M.      Christian  Psalmist. 

1  Our  Captain  leads  us  on, 

He  beckons  from  the  skies, 
He  reaches  out  a  starry  crown, 
And  bids  us  take  the  prize. 

2  ';  Be  faithful  unto  death, 

Partake  my  victory, 
And  thou  shalt  wear  this  glorious  wreath, 
And  thou  shalt  reign  with  me." 

3  'T  is  thus  the  righteous  Lord 

To  every  soldier  saith  ; 
Eternal  life  is  the  reward 
Of  all  victorious  faith. 

4  Who  conquer  in  his  might, 

The  victor's  meed  receive  ; 
They  claim  a  kingdom  in  his  right, 
Which  God  shall  freely  give. 


25.      C.  M.      Seiuall's  Col. 

1    O  God,  accept  the  sacred  hour 
Which  we  to  thee  have  given  ; 
And  let  this  hallow 'd  scene  have  power 
To  raise  our  souls  to  heaven. 


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2  Still  let  us  hold,  till  life  departs, 

The  precepts  of  thy  Son, 
Nor  let  our  thoughtless,  thankless  hearts 
Forget  what  he  has  done. 

3  His  true  disciples  may  we  live, 

From  all  corruption  free, 
And  humbly  learn  like  him  to  give 
Our  powers,  our  wills,  to  thee. 


26.      8s  &  7s  M.     Jfewton. 

1    One  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  friend  ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

2  Which,  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood 
But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconcil'd  in  him  to  God. 

3  When  he  hVd  on  earth  abas'd, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name  ; 
Now,  above  all  glory  rais'd, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4  Oh,  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  r 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 
We,  alas  !  forget,  too  often, 
What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 


*7.     C.  M.     Miss  E.  TayUrr. 

O  herb,  if  ever,  God  of  love  ! 

Let  strife  and  tumult  cease  ; 
And  eVry  thought  harmonious  move, 

And  ev'ry  heart  be  peace. 


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*2  Not  here,  where  met  to  think  on  him 
Whose  latest  thoughts  were  ours 
Shall  mortal  passions  come,  to  dim 
The  prayer  devotion  pours. 

3  No,  gracious  master,  not  in  vain 

Thy  life  of  love  hath  been  ; 
The  peace  thou  gav'st,  may  yet  remain, 
Though  thou  no  more  art  seen. 

4  Thy  *■  kingdom  come  ;"  we  watch,  we  wait 

To  hear  thy  cheering  call  ; 
When  heaven  shall  ope  its  glorious  gate, 
And  God  be  all  in  all. 


28.      L.M.      .Yew- York  Coll 

1    See  how  he  lov'd  !   exclaim'd  the  Jews, 
As  tender  tears  from  Jesus  fell. 
My  grateful  heart  the  thought  pursues, 
And  on  the  theme  delights  to  dwell. 

'2  See  how  he  lov'd  !  who  never  shrank 

From  toil,  and  danger,  pain,  or  death  ; 
Who  all  the  cup  of  sorrow  drank, 
And  meekly  yielded  up  his  breath. 

3  See  how  he  lov'd  !  who  di'd  for  man, 

Who  labor'd  thus,  and  thus  endur'd, 
To  execute  the  gracious  plan, 

Which  life  and  heaven  to  man  secur'd. 

4  Can  we,  unmov'd,  such  love  survey  ? 

O  may  our  hearts  with  ardor  glow, 
To  tread  his  steps,  his  laws  obey, 
And  thus  our  warm  affection  show. 


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29.     L.  M.      Tappan. 

1  'Tis  midnight — and  on  Olive's  brow, 

The  star  is  dimm'd  that  lately  shone  ; 
'Tis  midnight — in  the  garden  now, 
The  suff'ring  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight — and  from  all  remov'd, 

Immanuel  wrestles  lone,  with  fears  ; 
E'en  the  disciple   that  he  lov'd 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

3  'Tis  midnight —  and  for  other's  guilt 

The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood  ; 
Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight — and  from  ether  plains 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know  ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  sooth  the  Saviour's  wo. 


30.      C.  M.      C.   Wesley.. 

1  The  saints  on  earth  and  those  above 

But  one  communion  make  ; 
Join'd  to  their  Lord  in  bonds  of  love, 
All  of  his  grace  partake. 

2  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him  : 

One  church  above,  beneath  ; 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

3  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  cross'd  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 


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O  God,  be  thou  our  constant  guide  ! 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  death's  cold  flood  its  waves  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 


31.      L.  M.     Montgomery. 

1  The  christian  warrior,  see  him  stand 

In  the  whole  armour  of  his  God  ; 
The  spirit's  sword  is  in  his  hand  ; 
His  feet  are  with  the  gospel  shod  : 

2  In  panoply  of  truth  complete, 

Salvation's  helmet  on  his  head, 
With  righteousness,  a  breastplate  meet, 
And  faith's  broad  shield  before  him  spread, 

3  With  this  omnipotence  he  moves, 

From  this  the  alien  armies  flee  ; 
Till  more  than  conqueror  he  proves, 
Through  Christ,  who  gives  htm  victory, 

4  Thus  strong  in  his  Redeemer's  strength, 

Sin,  death,  and  hell  he  tramples  down, 
Fights  the  good  fight,  and  wins  at  length. 
Through  imcrcv,  an  immortal  crown. 


32.      7s  M.      Contemplations  of  the  Saviour. 

I   Thou,  by  pain  and  care  oppress'd, 
Lift  the  eye  with  sorrow  dim  ; 
In  tlay  Saviour's  love  find  rest  *, 

Child  of  stanering,  hear  thou  him  1 

%  Trifler  of  the  passing  hour, 

Vain  the  pleasures  eartli  can  give  ; 
Stay  thy  course  ;   thy  Saviour's  power 
Calls  thee  ;  hear,  and  turn,  and  live  i 


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3  Wanderer  on  the  downward  road, 

Far  from  virtue's  guiding  ray  ;, 
Turn  to  happiness,  to  God  ; 

Jesus  calls  thee  ;  turn  and  pray  5 

4  Fixing  Faith's  bright  gaze  above, 

Hear  him,  while  on  earth  ye  tread 
Ye  shall  hear  his  tones  of  love, 

When  the  trumpet  waives  the  dead. 


33..      L.  M.     Anonymous. 

t  There's  not  a  hope,  with  comfort  fraught 
Triumphant  over  death  and  time, 
But  Jesus  mingles  in  that  thought, 
Forerunner  ofour  course  sublime. 

%  His  imag-e  meets  me  in  the  hour 

Of  joy,  and  brightens  every  single  :. 
I  see  him  when  the  tempests  lower, 

Each  terror  soothe,  each  grief  beguile. 

j   1  see  him  in  the-  daily  round 

Of  social  duty,  mild  and  meek  ;. 
With  him  I  tread  the  hallow'd  ground. 
Communion  with  my  God  to  seek. 

4   I  meet  him  at  the  fowfy  tomb  ; 

I  weep  where  Jesus  wept  before  ; 
And  there  above  the  grave's  dark  gloon*, 
I  see  him  rise — and  Ireep  no  more. 

a  Then  ask  me  not  to  live,  and  be 

A  stranger  to  that  generous  flame, 
Which  warms,  and,  to  eternity 

Must  warm  oiy  soul  at  Jesse.1  :naai*~. 


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34.      L.  M.m    Enfield's  Selection. 

1    This  feast  was  Jesus'  high  behest, 
This  cup  of  thanks  his  last  request  : 
Ye  who  can  feel  his  worth,  attend, 
Eat,  drink,  in  mem'ry  of  your  friend. 

2  Around  the  patriot's  bust  ye  throng, 
Him  ye  exalt  in  swelling  song  : 
For  him  the  wreath  of  glory  bind, 
Who  freed  from  vassalage  his  kind  : 

,3   Shall  he,  who,  fellow-men  to  save, 
.Became  a  tenant  of  the  grave, 
UnthankM,  uncelebrated  rise. 
Pass  unremember1d  to  the  skies  I 

4   Christians  !  unite  with  loud  acclaim 
To  hymn  the  Saviour's  welcome  nam©  : 
On  earth  extol  his  wondrous  love  ; 
Repeat  his  praise  in  worlds  above. 


3o.      GsklOs   M.       Christian  Examiner. 

I  Thou,  who  didst  stoop  below, 

To  drain  the  cup  of  wo, 
V^earing  the  form  of  frail  mortality, — 
Thy  blessed  labors  done, 
Thy  crown  of  victory  won. 
Hast  pass\l  from  earth — pass'd  to  thy  home  on  high. 

I  Man  may  no  longer  trace, 

In  thy  celestial  face. 
The  image  of  the  bright,  the  viewless  One  : 

Nor  may  thy  servants  hear. 

Save  with  faith's  raptur'd  ear, 
Thr  voice  of  tenderness.  Ood's  holv  Son  ! 


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3  Our  eyes  behold  thee  not, 

Yet  hast  thou  not  forgot 
Those  who  have  plac'd  their  hope,  their  trust  in  thec; 

Before  thy  Father's  face 

Thou  hast  prepar'd  a  place, 
That  where  thou  art,  there  they  may  also  be, 

1  O  thou,  who  art  our  life, 

Be  with  us  through  the  strife  ! 
Was  not  thy  head  by  earth's  tierce  tempests  bow'd  ? 

Raise  thou  our  eyes  above, 

To  see  a  Father's  love 
Beam,  like  the  bow  of  promise,  through  the  cloud. 

5  Ev'n  through  the  awful  gloom, 

Which  hovers  o'er  the  tomb, 
That  light  of  love  our  guiding  star  shall  be  ; 

Our  spirits  shall  not  dread 

The  shadowy  way  to  tread, 
Friend,  Guardian,  Saviour,  which  doth  lead  to  thee. 


36.      L.  M.  [Double.]      Anonymous. 
"  /  am  the  Way,  and  the  Truth,  and  the  Life." 

Thou  art  the  Way — and  he  who  sighs, 

Amid  this  starless  waste  of  wo, 
To  find  a  pathway  to  the  skies. 

A  light  from  heaven's  eternal  glow, 
By  thee  must  come,  thou  gate  of  love, 

Through  which  the  saints  undoubting  trod 
Till  faith  discovers,  like  the  dove, 

An  ark,  a  resting  place  in  God. 


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L2  Thou  art  the  Truth — whose  steady  day 

Shines  on  through  earthly  blight  and  bloom. 
The  pure,  the  everlasting  ray, 

The  lamp  that  shines  e'en  in  the  tomb  ; 
The  light,  that  out  of  darkness  springs, 

And  guideth  those  that  blindly  go  : 
The  word,  whose  precious  radiance  flings 

Its  lustre  upon  all  below. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life — the  blessed  well, 

With  living  waters  gushing  o'er, 
Which  those  who  drink  shall  ever  dwell 

Where  sin  and  thirst  are  known  no  more  : 
Thou  art  the  mystic  pillar  given, 

Our  lamp  by  night,  our  light  by  day  ; 
Thou  art  the  sacred  bread  from  heaven  ; — 

Thou  art  the  Life — the  Truth — the  Way. 


37.      C.  M.      Exeter  Col. 

1    With  warm  affection  let  us  view, 
With  pious  grief  improve, 
The  solemn  and  impressive  sceno 
Of  Jesus'  dying  love. 

'2  Not  all  the  malice  of  his  foes, 
His  pity  could  subdue  ; 
"  Father  !  forgive,"  he  meekly  pray'd, 
"  They  know  not  what  they  do." 

3  O  what  a  love  was  here  display 'd, 
Beyond  our  utmost  thought  ! 
How  pure  the  lessons,  how  sublime, 
In  life  and  death  he  taught  ! 


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Let  not  his  sacred  truths,  by  u* 

Bo  lost,  or  misappH'd  ; 
Nor  let  our  thoughtless  hearts  forget 

That  'twas  for  us  he  died. 


33.     L.  M.     X.  F.  Col. 

1  We  sing  thy  mercy,  God  oflove  ! 
That  sent  the  Saviour  from  above 
To  free  our  race  from  sin  and  wo, 
And  spread  thy  peace  and  truth  below. 

2  Wo  thank  thco  for  the  words  he  brought 
We  thank  thee  that  he  liv'd,  and  taught 
Frail  and  imperfect  man,  to  be 

In  humble  mode,  resembling  thee. 

3  We  thank  thee  for  thy  gracious  care. 
Which  kept  those  sacred  pages  fair 
Through  every  age.  whose  lines  record 
Tho  deeds  and  precepts  of  our  Lord. 

4  We  thank  thee  for  this  solemn  rite. 
By  us  repeated  in  thy  sight  : 

O  fill  our  souls  with  bread  divine, 
And  nourish  us  with  heavenly   wine  ? 


09.      CM.       Cant,  of  the  Sariuur. 

Who,  as  the  brethren  of  the  Lord, 

May  his  affection  claim  ? 
To  whom  on  earth  does  Christ  accord 

A  brother's  honoured  name  ? 


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2  The  pure,  the  humble,  the  sincere. 

Whose  hopes  are  fixed  above  ; 
Who  worship  God  with  holy  fear, 
And  ardent  filial  love  ; 

3  Who  to  the  Saviour's  word  of  grace 

With  grateful  warmth  attend. 
Such  does  his  loving  heart  embrace, 
Their  brother  and  their  friend. 

4  For  these,  in  dark  Gethsemane. 

His  bitter  tears  were  shed  ; 

For  these,  upon  the  fatal  tree. 

He  bow'd  his  patient  head. 

o   Brethren  of  Jesus,  may  we  shary 
The  love  that  fill'd  his  breast, 
On  earth  his  burthen  joyful  bear, 
Then  enter  to  his  rest. 


•10.     L.  M.     Exeter  Col. 

1  When,  in  obedience  to  their  Lord, 
His  followers  meet  around  his  board. 
His  love  may  well  employ  the  song, 
And  dwell  with  praises  on  the  tongue. 

2  He  lov'd  mankind, — their  welfare  sought. 
In  aihhe  did,  in  all  he  taught  ; 

Their  present  peace,  their  future  joy, 
His  whole  concern,  his  life's  employ. 

3  Where  deep  distress  prolongs  the  sigh. 
Behold  the  tender  Jesus  nigh  : 

He  heals  the  sick,  restores  the  blind, 
Con.solos  and  sooths  the  drooping  mind. 


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What  love,  what  kindness,  from  his  tongue, 
Invite  the  willing  soul  to  come, 
To  hear  his  gospel,  learn  the  way 
Which  leads  through  death  to  endless  day  ! 


41.      S.  M.      lYeic-York  Col 

1  Fes,  to  the  last  command 

We  will  obedient  prove  ; 
Around  his  table  will  we  stand, 
In  memory  of  his  love. 

2  His  precious  blood  he  shed 

For  our  unworthy  race, 
While  uttering,  in  th'  Almighty's  stead, 
His  messages  of  grace. 

3  Oh  !   if  our  senseless  pride 

His  dying  words  neglect, 
'Tis  we  who  pierce  his  sacred  side, 
And  we  who  God  reject. 

4  Then  let  us  ever  keep 

This  consecrated  feast, 
"Till  memory  shall  have  sunk  to  sleep. 
Or  life  itself  have  ceas'd. 


4L2.     L.  M.      Wesley's  Col. 

Ye  faithful  souls,  who  Jesus  know, 
If  risen  indeed  with  him  ye  are, 

Superior  to  the  joys  below, 

His  resurrection's  power  declare. 


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2  Your  faith  by  holy  tempers  prove  ; 

By  actions  show  your  sins  forgiven  ; 
And  seek  the  glorious  things  above, 

And  follow  Christ,  your  Head,  to  heaven. 

3  To  him  continually  aspire, 

Contending  for  your  native  place, 
And  emulate  the  angel-choir, 
And  only  live  to  love  and  praise. 

4  Your  real  life,  with  Christ  conceal'd, 

Deep  in  the  Father's  bosom  lies  ; 
And  glorious  as  your  Head  reveal'd, 
Ye  soon  shall  meet  him  in  the  skies. 


43.      C.  M.     Beddome. 

1  Ye  followers  of  the  Prince  of  peace, 

Who  round  his  table  draw  ! 
Remember  what  his  spirit  was, 
What  his  peculiar  law. 

2  The  love,  which  all  his  bosom  fill'd, 

Did  all  his  actions  guide  ; 
Inspired  by  love,  he  lived  and  taught 
Inspired  by  love,  he  died. 

3  Let  all  the  sacred  law  fulfil  ; 

Like  his  be  every  mind  ; 
Be  every  temper  form'd  by  love, 
And  every  action  kind. 


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Let  none,  who  call  themselves  his  friends, 
Disgrace  the  honourd   name  ; 

But  by  a  near  resemblance  prove 
Tho  title  which  they  claim. 


ASCRIPTION. 

C.  M. 

Bj.est  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 
The  gospel's  joyful    sound  ; 

Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
And  light  their  6teps  surround  : 

The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence. 

Strength  and  salvation  gives  ; 
Christians  !  thy  Saviour  ever  reigns, 

Thy  God  forever  lives. 


